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Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, read more
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
The one point on which all women are in furious secret rebellion
against the existing law is the saddling read more
The one point on which all women are in furious secret rebellion
against the existing law is the saddling of the right to a child
with the obligation to become the servant of a man.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the read more
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well/
My mother.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
The mother loves her child most divinely, not when she surrounds him with comfort and anticipates his wants, but when read more
The mother loves her child most divinely, not when she surrounds him with comfort and anticipates his wants, but when she resolutely holds him to the highest standards and is content with nothing less than his best.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also,
and he praiseth her.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also,
and he praiseth her.
One woman will brag about her children, while another complains about hers; they could probably swap children without swapping tunes
One woman will brag about her children, while another complains about hers; they could probably swap children without swapping tunes
A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she read more
A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
The bravest battle that ever was fought;
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps read more
The bravest battle that ever was fought;
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not;
It was fought by the mothers of men.
- Joaquin Miller (pseudonym of Cincinnatus Hiner Miller),
